Dining with Adeline
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,923
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Dining with Adeline
*Written for my lover, because he wanted a bedtime story. :} R&R please? Word Count: 1,571*
His hands tapped idly on the steering wheel as he waited for the light to turn to green. Thick snowflakes gusted in a fury around his Chrysler 300, obscuring his vision. Despite the cold wind and near-blizzard like conditions, he smiled to himself; he was thinking of Adeline. In his mind’s eye he could see her, curled up on the couch reading, her black hair pulled back into a lazy ponytail, in sweats, thin-rimmed glasses perched daintily on her nose. She would have a smile ready for him when he got home, cool blue eyes shining with pleasure upon seeing him. A warm bubby feeling rose in his chest.
The light changed to green after what seemed to have been an eternity. Torturously his car made its way through the snow-packed streets, bringing him closer to home. Jack sighed in relief as he pulled up to the two-story house he shared with his wife of seven years, Adeline. Her baby blue 1974 beetle was parked on the street, quickly becoming hidden beneath a heavy blanket of snow. Through the living room window he could see a soft light, inviting him inside. Taking his scarf from his bag, he hastily wrapped it around his neck and nose to keep out the cold as he turned off the ignition. Pulling his heavy coat tightly about him, Jack hurried the fifteen feet from his car to the front door, and stepped inside the welcoming warmth that was home.
Immediately he could sense something was different. Scented air drifted to him from the kitchen – an enticing mixture of rosemary and sizzling chicken. His stomach rumbled loudly, only to be drowned out by the music. C.L. DelMastro’s ‘Always a Woman’ was playing from the dining room. But…no Adeline. Throwing off his wet shoes, coat and scarf Jack peeked into the living room. Nothing.
“Adeline?” he called out. Silence greeted him. Slowly he went from room to room, searching. Dining room, kitchen, guest bedroom; there was no sign of her. Heart beating uncomfortably in his chest, scenes from different horror movies began reeling in his mind. Images of his Adeline tied up and gagged…strangely that had the opposite affect on him as it should have. He pounded up the stairs, ignoring his sudden arousal and trying to quell his worry. He looked in the master bedroom, guest bedroom, study and bathroom – nada, though the shower door was fogged, and several still-wet towels littered the tile floor. Confusion mounting, Jack slowly walked down the stairs. Turning a corner to go back into the kitchen, his breath hitched unexpectedly in his throat.
There she was at the stove, his Adeline in nothing but a pale yellow lace bra and a sunny yellow half apron. Yellow high heels increased her height from 5’1” to 5’5”. Water dripped from her midnight hair down her back, over the swell of her backside and…Jack suddenly found it very, very hard to swallow. Peeking from the curve of her rump was a long fluffy black tail with a white tip, curling at the end like a cat’s. He stared, unable and unwilling to look away. His pants were rapidly becoming very constricting.
“Enjoying yourself a little too much, aren’t you?” Adeline asked, smiling but not looking at him. She moved across the kitchen to grab something, her tail swishing silently behind her. Feeling almost faint, Jack leaned against the door jam, hands jammed deep into his pockets. “Dinner will be ready soon.” After what seemed to be a very long time, Jack managed to unglue his tongue from the roof of his mouth. DelMastro switched over to Mozart.
“You’re saying that you’re not the main course?” Jack said in a low voice. Leisurely he went to her, kissing her naked shoulder and neck. One hand nonchalantly strayed to massage her backside; she swatted him away.
“I’m trying to cook.” Adeline moved to the opposite end of the kitchen, swaying her backside, teasing him wordlessly. They’d talked about using a butt plug before, because the thought of it turned Jack on more than words could express, but they had never gone the extra step into actually acquiring one. Sighing softly to himself, Jack leaned back with his head against the cabinets, watching his wife move from the sink to the stove, slowly testing him. Occasionally, her eyes would glance at him then at his jeans, and then back to the task at hand. They remained in silence for several minutes, his arousal spiking with every move she made.
It was when Adeline bent over the take something out of the oven that finally broke his iron will. Feet noiseless on the linoleum floor, Jack moved up behind her, pressing her body against the counter with his. Sweet little Adeline laughed softly under her breath. “You lasted longer than I thought you would,” she whispered, then groaned at the feeling of his hot mouth kissing along her neck. The granite countertop was cold under her belly as he bent her over it, his pants sliding down his legs to reveal his pulsing erection. Adeline smiled, wiggled out from under her husband and the counter, knelt on the cold floor and took him in her mouth. His breath hissed out from between his pursed lips. Watching his expression closely, she slowly bobbed her head, gripping him tightly with one hand and her lips, the task of preparing the evening meal all but forgotten.
“Adeline…” Jack moaned quietly, breathing deeply. There never was anything quite like the feeling of her mouth moving on his cock, her lips sucking on his head expertly and her tongue flicking the slit. He supported himself against the counter with one hand, the other gently caressing the side of her face. His moans grew louder as she worked him faster, squeezed him tighter. Occasionally she would take one of his balls in her mouth, rolling it around and coating it in her saliva. Through a lusty haze he noticed that one of her hands had slid down to her own sex, lightly teasing herself. Jack moaned her name again, nearing his climax. His body began to tense up, ready to spend himself inside her willing mouth, when she stopped. He didn’t bother to suppress his disappointed groan. She stood and met his mouth with her own.
“Can’t let you have all the fun at one time, can I?” Adeline whispered against him. Jack squeezed her breast threw her lace bra tightly in one hand, swallowing her moans as he kissed her, mashing his lips against hers. His other hand dropped to her hot pussy, rubbing it firmly in small circles. She pressed her breasts against his shirt, having unhinged her bra without his knowledge. Pressing a finger inside her, he smiled next to her neck and moaned softly. She was so hot and ready for him, yet for several minutes he simply worked two fingers in and out her wetness, making her squirm as he completely ignored her obviously throbbing clit. She panted against him, rocking her hips in sync with the rhythm of his hands. Jack grinned as her noises became louder, signaling her building climax. He stopped, and withdrew his hand, sucking on his fingers noisily, savoring her juices.
“Oh baby don’t stop,” Adeline gasped, her hair a curtain covering her face. Gently he brushed it back, kissing her lips softly. “Oh honey, please don’t stop!”
“Can’t let you have all the fun at one time, can I?” he murmured, throwing her words back at her. She laughed softly as he bent her over the countertop and, moving her cat tail out of the way, thrust inside her all at once. Both of them gave soft cries at the feeling – her at being filled so totally, he at the enveloping heat around his member. He pumped in and out of her hard and fast, slamming his cock in her hitting her cervix pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. Adeline nearly screamed with each thrust, hands convulsing over his as he massaged her breasts. Jack’s moans weren’t far behind hers. He spun his wife around so she faced him, and pounded her even harder, brushing the head of his cock against her G spot over and over. He was bound and determined that she would cum first, wanting with everything that he had to feel her tight pussy clenching around him. He moaned low and loud.
Adeline screamed his name as she came, the muscles in her cunt gripping him mercilessly, sending him over the edge. He came hard inside her, holding on to her hips almost bruising her. After several long seconds he collapsed on top over her, and she gathered him close. Smiling, he gently pulled out her cat tail, not noticing her slight wince. He dropped it onto the floor and climbed onto the counter, cuddling Adeline’s hot, quivering body against his. He kissed her lips softly.
“Thank you for wearing that, sweetheart,” Jack whispered to her. She nodded, eyes closed and smiling dreamily. Adeline wrapped an arm around him, staying as close as she could. She looked out the window. “It’s still snowing.” Jack buried his nose into her hair, wrapping her tightly in his arms, sighing happily.
“Merry Christmas, baby. I love you.” He couldn’t see her smiling, but felt it against his chest. She was always smiling after an intense orgasm.
“I love you, too.”
His hands tapped idly on the steering wheel as he waited for the light to turn to green. Thick snowflakes gusted in a fury around his Chrysler 300, obscuring his vision. Despite the cold wind and near-blizzard like conditions, he smiled to himself; he was thinking of Adeline. In his mind’s eye he could see her, curled up on the couch reading, her black hair pulled back into a lazy ponytail, in sweats, thin-rimmed glasses perched daintily on her nose. She would have a smile ready for him when he got home, cool blue eyes shining with pleasure upon seeing him. A warm bubby feeling rose in his chest.
The light changed to green after what seemed to have been an eternity. Torturously his car made its way through the snow-packed streets, bringing him closer to home. Jack sighed in relief as he pulled up to the two-story house he shared with his wife of seven years, Adeline. Her baby blue 1974 beetle was parked on the street, quickly becoming hidden beneath a heavy blanket of snow. Through the living room window he could see a soft light, inviting him inside. Taking his scarf from his bag, he hastily wrapped it around his neck and nose to keep out the cold as he turned off the ignition. Pulling his heavy coat tightly about him, Jack hurried the fifteen feet from his car to the front door, and stepped inside the welcoming warmth that was home.
Immediately he could sense something was different. Scented air drifted to him from the kitchen – an enticing mixture of rosemary and sizzling chicken. His stomach rumbled loudly, only to be drowned out by the music. C.L. DelMastro’s ‘Always a Woman’ was playing from the dining room. But…no Adeline. Throwing off his wet shoes, coat and scarf Jack peeked into the living room. Nothing.
“Adeline?” he called out. Silence greeted him. Slowly he went from room to room, searching. Dining room, kitchen, guest bedroom; there was no sign of her. Heart beating uncomfortably in his chest, scenes from different horror movies began reeling in his mind. Images of his Adeline tied up and gagged…strangely that had the opposite affect on him as it should have. He pounded up the stairs, ignoring his sudden arousal and trying to quell his worry. He looked in the master bedroom, guest bedroom, study and bathroom – nada, though the shower door was fogged, and several still-wet towels littered the tile floor. Confusion mounting, Jack slowly walked down the stairs. Turning a corner to go back into the kitchen, his breath hitched unexpectedly in his throat.
There she was at the stove, his Adeline in nothing but a pale yellow lace bra and a sunny yellow half apron. Yellow high heels increased her height from 5’1” to 5’5”. Water dripped from her midnight hair down her back, over the swell of her backside and…Jack suddenly found it very, very hard to swallow. Peeking from the curve of her rump was a long fluffy black tail with a white tip, curling at the end like a cat’s. He stared, unable and unwilling to look away. His pants were rapidly becoming very constricting.
“Enjoying yourself a little too much, aren’t you?” Adeline asked, smiling but not looking at him. She moved across the kitchen to grab something, her tail swishing silently behind her. Feeling almost faint, Jack leaned against the door jam, hands jammed deep into his pockets. “Dinner will be ready soon.” After what seemed to be a very long time, Jack managed to unglue his tongue from the roof of his mouth. DelMastro switched over to Mozart.
“You’re saying that you’re not the main course?” Jack said in a low voice. Leisurely he went to her, kissing her naked shoulder and neck. One hand nonchalantly strayed to massage her backside; she swatted him away.
“I’m trying to cook.” Adeline moved to the opposite end of the kitchen, swaying her backside, teasing him wordlessly. They’d talked about using a butt plug before, because the thought of it turned Jack on more than words could express, but they had never gone the extra step into actually acquiring one. Sighing softly to himself, Jack leaned back with his head against the cabinets, watching his wife move from the sink to the stove, slowly testing him. Occasionally, her eyes would glance at him then at his jeans, and then back to the task at hand. They remained in silence for several minutes, his arousal spiking with every move she made.
It was when Adeline bent over the take something out of the oven that finally broke his iron will. Feet noiseless on the linoleum floor, Jack moved up behind her, pressing her body against the counter with his. Sweet little Adeline laughed softly under her breath. “You lasted longer than I thought you would,” she whispered, then groaned at the feeling of his hot mouth kissing along her neck. The granite countertop was cold under her belly as he bent her over it, his pants sliding down his legs to reveal his pulsing erection. Adeline smiled, wiggled out from under her husband and the counter, knelt on the cold floor and took him in her mouth. His breath hissed out from between his pursed lips. Watching his expression closely, she slowly bobbed her head, gripping him tightly with one hand and her lips, the task of preparing the evening meal all but forgotten.
“Adeline…” Jack moaned quietly, breathing deeply. There never was anything quite like the feeling of her mouth moving on his cock, her lips sucking on his head expertly and her tongue flicking the slit. He supported himself against the counter with one hand, the other gently caressing the side of her face. His moans grew louder as she worked him faster, squeezed him tighter. Occasionally she would take one of his balls in her mouth, rolling it around and coating it in her saliva. Through a lusty haze he noticed that one of her hands had slid down to her own sex, lightly teasing herself. Jack moaned her name again, nearing his climax. His body began to tense up, ready to spend himself inside her willing mouth, when she stopped. He didn’t bother to suppress his disappointed groan. She stood and met his mouth with her own.
“Can’t let you have all the fun at one time, can I?” Adeline whispered against him. Jack squeezed her breast threw her lace bra tightly in one hand, swallowing her moans as he kissed her, mashing his lips against hers. His other hand dropped to her hot pussy, rubbing it firmly in small circles. She pressed her breasts against his shirt, having unhinged her bra without his knowledge. Pressing a finger inside her, he smiled next to her neck and moaned softly. She was so hot and ready for him, yet for several minutes he simply worked two fingers in and out her wetness, making her squirm as he completely ignored her obviously throbbing clit. She panted against him, rocking her hips in sync with the rhythm of his hands. Jack grinned as her noises became louder, signaling her building climax. He stopped, and withdrew his hand, sucking on his fingers noisily, savoring her juices.
“Oh baby don’t stop,” Adeline gasped, her hair a curtain covering her face. Gently he brushed it back, kissing her lips softly. “Oh honey, please don’t stop!”
“Can’t let you have all the fun at one time, can I?” he murmured, throwing her words back at her. She laughed softly as he bent her over the countertop and, moving her cat tail out of the way, thrust inside her all at once. Both of them gave soft cries at the feeling – her at being filled so totally, he at the enveloping heat around his member. He pumped in and out of her hard and fast, slamming his cock in her hitting her cervix pushing her closer and closer to orgasm. Adeline nearly screamed with each thrust, hands convulsing over his as he massaged her breasts. Jack’s moans weren’t far behind hers. He spun his wife around so she faced him, and pounded her even harder, brushing the head of his cock against her G spot over and over. He was bound and determined that she would cum first, wanting with everything that he had to feel her tight pussy clenching around him. He moaned low and loud.
Adeline screamed his name as she came, the muscles in her cunt gripping him mercilessly, sending him over the edge. He came hard inside her, holding on to her hips almost bruising her. After several long seconds he collapsed on top over her, and she gathered him close. Smiling, he gently pulled out her cat tail, not noticing her slight wince. He dropped it onto the floor and climbed onto the counter, cuddling Adeline’s hot, quivering body against his. He kissed her lips softly.
“Thank you for wearing that, sweetheart,” Jack whispered to her. She nodded, eyes closed and smiling dreamily. Adeline wrapped an arm around him, staying as close as she could. She looked out the window. “It’s still snowing.” Jack buried his nose into her hair, wrapping her tightly in his arms, sighing happily.
“Merry Christmas, baby. I love you.” He couldn’t see her smiling, but felt it against his chest. She was always smiling after an intense orgasm.
“I love you, too.”